Ninth-level fairy

"You go!"

Du Fang put down his sword. He knew very well that these people were simply sent out against their will to seize the fairy flower.

The most important thing is that although he looks no different from a normal person at this moment, the blood and energy in his body were suddenly cut off by the sword attack just now.

What's more, at this moment, he could no longer wield the sword energy of the evil spirit.

In the Tomb of the Human Emperor, his failure to break through the realm eventually affected him. In his internal organs, countless streams of immortal blood and energy condensed together and could not be released.

Only after Elder Qiu left could he regulate his breathing and even out his blood and qi.

Elder Qiu retreated on his knees, with a flattering smile on his face, and kept kowtowing to thank Du Fang for letting him go.

When he stood up and turned his back to everyone, his face was suddenly filled with viciousness.

Putting the sword in front of him, he suddenly turned around, pinched the Dao formula, and shouted sternly:

"Flying Sword! Go!"

A red sword beam flew up at an incredible speed and stabbed towards the defenseless Du Fang.

The sword light came too fast and too swiftly.

At the same time, six huge whirlpools suddenly rose above the Sea of ​​Clouds Square, sweeping up all the dust and flying rocks.

The wind was howling and sand and rocks were flying.

It also blocks everyone's rescue routes and vision!

What a ruthless trick.

This was almost like killing this young man who had just started out with one sword.

At this time, Du Fang had never expected that Elder Qiu would suddenly retaliate when he was about to leave. His flattering appearance almost deceived everyone.

At this moment, his blood was surging in his heart and he could hardly stand. After the fierce fight, a flying sword came at him at an extremely fast speed and he was completely defenseless.

This sword was almost impossible to dodge, and it came with a shrill scream.

Just as the flying sword was about to pierce his body——

Du Fang closed his eyes, and suddenly felt endless regret in his heart.

Good thoughts! Good thoughts!

In the end, it was the good intentions in my heart that harmed me.

In this cruel world of monasticism, kindness ultimately harms oneself.

Just when he was about to die, a soft sigh suddenly came from his ear. The sigh was very quiet and light, but to his ears it sounded like the sound of nature.

A ray of light seemed to appear in the darkness before my eyes.

Du Fang heard only a dying scream. When he opened his eyes, he saw Elder Qiu's Taoist robe and fat body standing not far away.

His head flew off and his body was separated.

The headless body still stood there, its head cut off.

From Elder Qiu’s flying head, a red light suddenly shot out, shot up into the sky, and completely disappeared into the sky.

At this moment, all the talents seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

Xuanji Sect Leader immediately rushed over, stroking Du Fang's body up and down, his voice filled with panic:

"Are you OK……"

"It's okay..." Du Fang had just said this when a stream of black blood suddenly spurted out of his nose.

His body fell down instantly.

Everyone in Lingxiao rushed over and looked at Du Fang lying on the ground, their faces full of worry and concern.

The fierce fight just now, although short, was very brutal. Twelve cultivators, almost all of whom were at the fifth level, were turned into nothingness by a single sword strike from this disciple with immortal spiritual power.

Chang Qingzi, however, looked at the rainbow light disappearing into the sky and said softly:

"Lord Longyuanhuang, have you installed this kind of restriction on every member of the sword sect?"

Xuanji Zhenren saw that Du Fang was fine, and just in time heard him sigh, and then said: "When this man died, everyone in Longyuan saw the scene of his fall. Now that Baizhi has arrived, it seems that we can't stay in Lingxiao Mountain..."

Chang Qingzi stared at his sighing and cowering expression and said coldly, "When did the Lingxiao Sword Sect become so timid? Is it just a seventh-level swordsman that scares you to this extent?"

He added sternly, "As the head of Lingxiao Sect, you don't seek advancement, but instead think of running away with your sect. If the ancestor Lingxiaozi knew that his descendants were so unfilial, he would probably jump out of his coffin and slap you hard!"

This harsh and stern speech made Xuanji Zhenren's forehead sweat profusely:

"Brother Dao is teaching me that Xuanji is incompetent and shouldn't have thought of escaping. May I ask where you are training, and do you have any past ties with Master?"

Du Fang suddenly stood up behind him, his face pale, and said slowly:

"This is the ancestor Chang Qingzi... a swordsman who entered the Sword Gate over one hundred and eighty years ago... the Lingxiao Stage Eighth Realm!"

When the four characters "Eighth Realm Sword Cultivator" came out, everyone was shocked.

They all stared blankly at the tall, shirtless, black-haired Taoist priest.

Chang Qingzi glanced at everyone coldly and said, "When I entered Jianmen, Longyuan was just a small sword sect. I, Lingxiao, suppressed it for over three hundred years. But now, it has turned the tables. A waste of a sixth realm has frightened you all into forming a messy sword formation..."

"You guys have truly lost Lingxiao's face!"

As soon as the words fell, the 'Emperor Wu Jinqian Sword' on Xuan Ji's body suddenly jumped, as if it had intelligence, and fell into Chang Qingzi's hands.

Chang Qingzi looked carefully, raised the Emperor Wu's Golden Money Sword, flew over the jungle, the water surface, and the long grass, choosing to fly low, and circled around Lingxiao Mountain for a few weeks.

Suddenly, the long sword pierced the sky and broke through the air.

The direction is exactly the direction of Longyuan Sword Sect.

Countless disciples looked in admiration at the direction where he disappeared.

"Is the Patriarch going to Longyuan Sacred Mountain to seek justice for Lingxiao?"

This thought flashed through the minds of countless people at the same time. Xuan Ji's face turned red and white. He knew this ancestor Chang Qingzi.

When they entered Jianmen that year, those who gathered there were the best and brightest in Lingxiao, even the most powerful ones who could be ranked among the top nine divine continents.

Chang Qingzi was even more talented. Before he was thirty-five years old, he had broken through the seventh realm.

Later, he was brought into Jianmen by the then head master himself.

These are all things recorded in the Lingxiao Treasure Book. Today the immortals have returned, and the ancestor has also returned.

The decadent aura on Xuanji Zhenren's face disappeared, and his face flushed with great ecstasy:

From today on, Lingxiao Sword Sect has an eighth-level sword cultivator in charge. No one in this Divine Continent will dare to easily go up Lingxiao Mountain anymore.

And the immortal Du Fang will continue to thrive and become the true top force of Lingxiao.

Xuanji Zhenren waved his hand and walked towards the Sanqing Hall, shouting loudly:

"All disciples, follow me and burn incense to the ancestor!"

Du Fang did not go. He was not used to such Taoist ceremonies. Besides, Li Qingshuang was still unconscious.

Du Fang stayed by her side, waiting for her to wake up.

At this time, there were only three incense sticks in Li Qingshuang's house. Her boudoir was very simple and clean. This was the first time Du Fang entered her house.

He didn't dare touch her things and just sat at the head of the bed in a daze.

After not waking up for such a long time, Du Fang, who was originally very confident, suddenly began to worry.

His hand hesitated for a long time before finally touching Li Qingshuang's beautiful face.